CHAPTER SEVEN
The darkness began to fade as the morphine wore off. Slowly, I opened my eyes and the brightness of the room caused me to close them again. I winced in pain and grunted slightly as I slowly opened them once more. I blinked a few times to get use to the light and once I did, I heard my bedroom door open. I looked to the door and found the others walking in--including Marie and Jubes. "Hey guys," I called out tiredly and yawned. They all turned to me, their smiles fading immediately. "What? Do I have a booger in my nose?" I asked and reached for my nose when I realized it was a different matter. "What?"
"Holy shit…" Scott grumbled. "I…I mean…you…uh….Logan you…" he started and pointed at me.
"What?!" I called out and furrowed my eyebrows and looked at everyone. "Don't tell me I have a spider on me or something," I said and brushed off my arms, and ran my fingers through my hair. Sure I was rough and tough…but when it came down to spiders…oh my God.
"No Logan…" Jean started and chuckled—along with Jubilee and Ororo. "…you're back," Jean told me with a smile.
Marie walked to the bathroom and grabbed a mirror. She walked quickly back to my bed and held up the mirror. "Look."
I looked into the mirror and found someone inside I had truly missed. "Holy shit…" I mumbled and grabbed the mirror. The others laughed and I too couldn't help but join them. Now I understand Scott's stuttering. "Look at that," I said and touched my face gently. I looked into my eyes and although they still looked tired---they were alive…"Where's Sam?"
"In the shower," Jubilee called out and walked to the bed with her arms crossed. I looked over at her and set the mirror down. "Doctor Kingston is sending us home today," she said as tears formed in her eyes.
"What?" I asked and narrowed my eyes. "But what about me?" I asked and pointed at my chest.
"What about you?" Scott asked and shook his head before approaching the bed fully. "Logan, you look great!"
"Yeah but that doesn't mean anything," I told him firmly. "Just because I look good doesn't mean my health is better than it—" I started out but was cut off when Doctor Kingston, himself, came into the room with Doctor Dain, and Nurse Isabelle. I furrowed my eyebrows at them.
"Hello Logan," Kingston called out with a chart in hand. I glanced at the chart and then back at him. I nodded in response. "I hope you received the news about going home?"
"Yeah," I grunted with another nod. "But Doc, I don't think that's fair…I mean look at me."
"Yeah, you look great," Dain called out with a smile. I turned to her and smiled.
"Thanks," I said to her and sighed heavily. "But what about my head?" I asked and pointed at my head.
"Logan, I came in here earlier and your head is just fine," Isabelle told me with a smile. "I think the morphine did it for you."
"How?" I asked and shook my head in complete confusion.
Dain sighed and simply shrugged. "To tell you the truth, Logan, we're not sure how it happened—because you're unique. Your body has this ability to heal when wounded. We, as doctors, have never helped out people of your state—meaning Mutants. But whatever the morphine did—it worked. Logan you're back."
It took a few moments to process everything Kingston, Dain, and Stevens told me. I was still confused and yet I wanted to believe them. The others, excluding Samantha, saw a difference in my appearance—as did I. But was I really back? "I really hope you guys are right."
"In fact we are," O'Malley called out as he too entered the room. We all turned to him and he held up a small pocket knife. "Before you awoke, Kingston, Dain, Stevens and I came in here to check on you. That was when we saw the rather dramatic change in your appearance. So we tested to see if what we saw was true."
"How did you do that?" Ororo asked and furrowed her eyebrows. Thing was, I wasn't sure if I wanted to know or not. I furrowed my eyebrows tightly and looked from Ororo to O'Malley.
"Do you see this?" O'Malley asked and held up the knife. We all nodded in reply. "Kingston simply took your arm, and made a small incision. It healed…slowly…but surely."
"So this means you will need physical therapy to strengthen your bones," Stevens added and turned her attention to Dain.
"We too suggest mental therapy, because of the trauma," she explained and turned to Kingston.
"And because you have been doing so well…" he started and smiled. "We are letting you all go home." I nodded in response and sighed heavily. I furrowed my eyebrows tightly and hung my head low—not really sure what to say to all of this.
"What…" I started but stopped myself. I turned to Kingston and hesitated before continuing. "Are you positive I'm fine?" I asked. I had to admit---I was terrified. I was on the verge of dying then all of a sudden this miracle happened before my eyes. What do you say or do with that?
"Logan…" Dain said and walked to me. She took my hands and kissed them gently. I looked into her blue eyes and she into mine. "There is absolutely nothing you need to worry about. Your head…it's as though nothing ever happened to it. No scars. Nothing."
Samantha came into the room quietly—almost as though she hadn't known we were all in here. And once she looked up at us…I guess she hadn't. "Oh!" she gasped and grabbed her chest. "I didn't see you---" she started but was stopped when her green eyes met mine. "Logan…" she whispered.
"Oh…" I looked at her and my heart pounded heavily. I pulled away from Dain's grip and pulled Samantha into my arms as quick as I could. I kissed her passionately and hugged her tightly. "Sammy…"
"Logan," Samantha whispered and pulled away—and looked at me. I smiled at her and she rested her soft hand on my cheek. "Your eyes…they're so alive."
"And they're lookin' at you, baby," I told her and a tear formed in her eye. "By God are they lookin' at you. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in the longest time." I rested my forehead on hers and chuckled. "I love you so much."
"I love you," she whispered and ran her fingers through my hair and I closed my eyes at the pleasurable feeling. Shivers ran up and down my spine—goosebumps covered my entire body.
"The Doctors said we can go home," I told her and kissed her nose. "So the both of us can finally sleep in our bed again," I called out almost excitedly. "But I'm tired of sleeping." She laughed. And I laughed. I missed her laugh.
"It's good to see you again," she whispered and kissed my nose. She pulled away after a few moments and looked into my eyes. "Logan there's something I need to tell you."
"What?" I asked and looked into her green eyes. I smiled at her.
"I'm pregnant."
I raised my eyebrows in response to her sudden news and took a step back. I furrowed my brows tightly and tilted my head to the side and inhaled---readying to reply, but found myself unable to speak. "Uh," I grunted and looked back into Samantha's green eyes. "You're….what?" I asked her and blinked a few times.
"I'm pregnant," she repeated with a slight chuckle. "Lately, I've been having weird cravings for food, and I've been real tired, so I took a pregnancy test. Outcome: positive. I told Kingston and he told me I was about a month and two weeks in after doing some testing."
I listened to her reasoning intently and still found myself shocked at the news. "Why---why didn't you tell me?" I asked her firmly—my eyebrows still furrowed.
Her smile faded quickly and her eyebrows furrowed tightly. "I didn't want to tell you immediately because I was still so surprised. And I didn't want you to over-react and somehow hurt your head." I nodded in understanding.
"So…I'm gonna be a dad," I told her and crossed my arms, and sighed heavily. I hated to admit it, but I sounded almost bored.
The look on Samantha's face, however, seemed to be almost saddened to see my reaction. Thing was, I was happy. Just extremely shocked. "Baby…" she started but stopped when tears began to form in her eyes. "I just thought you'd be happy," she whispered softly and hung her head low.
I hugged Samantha tightly and buried my face in her neck. She didn't wrap her arms around me at first and I sighed heavily. "Sweetheart, I'm very, very proud of you," I told her lovingly. I pulled away and looked into her eyes. "And I'm very, very happy…I'm just shocked, is all." She nodded. "Baby, we're gonna have a kid."
She nodded in reply and I smiled at her. "I'm gonna be a daddy and you're gonna be the hottest momma on the block!" I told her and she chuckled loudly. I grabbed either side of her face and sighed. "I love you."
"I love you."
I kissed her passionately and looked into her eyes. "Let's go home, shall we?"
"Do let's."
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"Logan!" Scott yelled out to me and came into my room. There I was staring out my window—just standing there. I sure hate hospitals…but I know I'd miss Dain. She was a great girl. "Logan?" Scott called out. "You alright, buddy?"
"Yeah…" I grunted—being brought back into reality. "Yeah, I'm comin'," I told him and sighed heavily. I turned around to face him and he smirked at me. "How are we gettin' outta here?"
"We're taking a truck," Scott told me and nodded. "Police escort."
"Oh…goody," I said sarcastically and walked towards the door. Scott rested his hand on my shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze before rushing out of the hospital. I guess he hated hospitals too.
"Why can't I ride with you two?" Jubilee asked Bobby.
"C'mon Jubes…I would like to spend some time with my girlfriend for a few hours without you! Ride with Ororo."
"I don't want to ride with Ororo!" Jubilee called out. I stopped in my tracks and watched the two argue. Marie just stood there in the middle and chuckled. "I wanna ride with---"
"Jubes," Bobby started. "You were with Marie the entire time we were in this hospital!" Bobby called out loudly. "Just ride with 'Ro. I'm sure she'll love the company."
Jubilee huffed, grunted a few words I couldn't make out, crossed her arms. "Fine. I will." She left the hospital's double doors with Ororo at her side.
"Hey Logan," I hear from behind me. I raised my eyebrows at the sudden voice and turned around—finding a blue eyed beauty standing before me. I smiled. She ran to me and hugged me tightly. "I'm gonna miss you," she cried out. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly.
"I'm gonna miss you too, kiddo," I said and buried my face in her warm neck and sighed heavily. Tears formed in my eyes and I didn't want to let go. I guess you could say Dain was my favorite doctor. She helped me out in ways I didn't think were possible.
"Oh!" Dain called out suddenly and pulled away. "Congrats on the whole pregnancy thing!"
"Thanks," I said happily and nodded. "I'm real excited."
"Have any names planned out?" She asked with a wink. I smirked and knew where she was getting at. "Okay, okay…so you don't have to name it after me. That's okay---I'll understand. Even though I was practically the one who brought you back…but---"
"Cassie," I interrupted and she looked at me. I raised an eyebrow in return and she sighed heavily back. The double doors to the front entrance opened revealing Scott and Bobby. I turned to them and nodded. "I gotta go," I grunted and hugged Cassandra one last time. "You take care of yourself, okay?"
"You too," she told me and smiled. "Alright get outta here," she said and gave me a slight push towards the door. I chuckled at her and walked to the double doors where Bobby and Scott waited. When I reached the double doors, I turned to give Cassandra one last smile—but she wasn't there when I turned around to face her. Scott placed a hand on my shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze before walking away.
"Logan?" Bobby called out. I turned to him and raised my brows. "You alright?"
"I'm more than alright, kid," I told him and nodded slightly and patted his back before walking passed him. He nodded and quickly followed behind.
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Ororo sat in the police truck in between Bobby Drake and Jubilation Lee---where the two bickered nonstop. She looked over at Logan, who was too busy flirting with his pregnant fiancé to even pay attention, Scott and Jean, who were sleeping soundly, and Marie—who chuckled the entire time. Why Marie found everything funny, Ororo wasn't quite sure. It could be because it didn't hurt her sides to laugh, talk, or even breathe now that she's better.
Ororo shook her head closed her eyes. All she wanted was a good nap before arriving back at the X-Mansion in Westchester, New York. "Do you know how long it's going to be before we get there?" Ororo called out to the officer in the driver seat. He chuckled.
"A few hours, Ms. Munroe," Officer Sloan called out and winked playfully at her in the rear-view mirror. She smirked and leaned back and sighed heavily. She shook her head and sighed heavily before resting her head on the headrest behind her. She closed her eyes and slowly---darkness engulfed her.
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"'Ro!" Scott called out and shook Ororo's leg. Ororo woke up and looked around her. Scott chuckled. "C'mon we're at a gas station. You gotta pee?"
Ororo furrowed her eyebrows tightly and narrowed her eyes before answering. "I don't know," she grumbled and yawned. She stretched and climbed out of the car with Officer Sloan's help and smiled at him. "Thanks."
"No problem," Sloan said and smirked back. "If you want some snacks, you might wanna grab 'em now. We're headin' back on the road real soon."
"Okay," Ororo said in mid-yawn and nodded. She walked away, still yawning, and walked into the store. I turned to her and smirked before turning back to Marie and Jubilee. Ororo walked to the chip isle and grabbed some Doritos, Fritos, Lays Baked potato chips and some candy. As she gathered all her stuff and walked to the front counter, I chuckled.
"Got 'nough stuff there, 'Ro?" I asked and glanced down at her stuff before looking back into her eyes.
"There's three teenagers, you, and a pregnant woman in that truck…what do you think?" she asked.
"I'll take that as a no," I said and chuckled before taking a swig of my beer. I threw my beer away and wiped my mouth. "I'm gonna grab some more stuff."
"Hurry up, we're leaving soon!" she called out as I walked away. She paid for her items and walked back to the truck where Jean, Scott, the kids, and Sloan stood.
"Got enough stuff?" Jean asked and raised an eyebrow.
"I'll tell you what I told Logan," Ororo started. "There's three teenagers, that big gorilla, and a pregnant woman---"
"Oh…got'ch ya," Jean said and chuckled. Samantha came out of the store and sighed heavily.
"We all ready?" she asked and rested her hands on her waist as I came out with two more bags. She turned and faced me. "What the hell is all that?" she asked, pointing at the bags.
"Food."
"Logan, seriously," Samantha called out and raised an eyebrow. "Jubes got like three bags of candy, Scott got three bags of breakfast foods, Ororo got chips, I got more chips, Bobby and Marie got Little Debbie cakes, and you got fried chicken, French fries, corn dogs, some biscuits and beer?"
"Pretty much," I said with a smirk. "Like Ororo said…there's three teenagers, me, and a pregnant woman on board…"
"C'mon baby you don't have to say it like that," Samantha called out.
"Have you had the hospital's food?"
"No," Samantha said and shook her head.
"Exactly. We have. It sucked. We're hungry." I nodded at her and loaded myself into the Police SUV and placed what items I bought in my lap. I looked out the window and watched as everyone piled into the vehicle. I sighed heavily and Samantha climbed over the back seats and sat next to me and smiled. "You okay?" I asked and smirked slightly.
Samantha bounced slightly in her chair and laced her fingers together. I furrowed my eyebrows at her silliness and chuckled slightly. "Logan, you're gonna be a dad."
"Yeah…" I called out slowly. "I know---"
"And I'm gonna be a mom."
"Pretty much," I said and nodded. I narrowed my eyes and fully turned to her in my seat. "Are you okay with this?" I asked and she turned to me—tears in her eyes. "Sam---"
"I'm kinda scared," she said wiped her eyes. "I mean, I've…I've never had a kid before."
"Neither have I, Sam," I told her and rested my hand on her shoulder. "Baby, everything's gonna be fine."
"Logan, I don't know how to take care of a baby," she told me and sighed heavily.
"And you think I do?" I asked and chuckled. "Baby," I called out and she turned to me fully. "We're gonna be fine. Everything's gonna be fine."
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"Hey…Dipshit…" I hear. I grunted in response, but the only thing I got in return was a rough shaking of my leg. I opened my eye and found Scott leaning toward me. I furrowed my eyebrows tightly and opened my other eye. "We're taking a break," he told me and yawned.
"Sorry Scott," I grunted and fumbled out of the car and stretched. "But you've never been my type." Samantha chuckled.
Scott rolled his eyes and shook his head. "No, you smartass, we're staying at a hotel. Sloan needs to sleep," he told me and started walking to the hotel where Jean stood. I yawned and looked over at Samantha and held my hand out to her.
"C'mon, baby," I said and she took my hand. We all walked to the rather small hotel and went to our assigned rooms. The kids had to share a room with Ororo, while the couples had their own rooms. Scott and Jean were in a corner room, Ororo and the kids in the middle room, and finally me and Samantha on the other corner. I could hear Bobby and Jubilee bickering over who would have to sleep with Ororo through the paper thin walls.
"You rode next to her the whole way here, Bobby Drake," Jubilee was arguing. Bobby spoke too softly for me to hear his reply, but based on the soft thuds, shrill squeals, and Ororo and Marie's loud laughter, it must not have been something that Jubilee agreed with.
I chuckled lightly and looked at Samantha. "Good to know some things will never change," I laughed as I sat down on the bed. Samantha stayed where she was and just beamed at me. I looked up at her and smirked. "You alright—" I started but she slowly untied her silk robe. I raised an eyebrow and my smirk widened.
"C'mon over here, Logan," she told me and smiled. "I wanna show you something." I chuckled and climbed off the bed and slowly walked half way and she met me in the middle.
I wrapped my arms around her bare waist, lowered my mouth to her sweet and smooth lips and kissed her deeply. After a few moments, I pulled my lips away and looked her in the eyes. "What's gotten into you?"
"Nothin'," she said innocently, as she slowly grabbed my shirt and un-tucked it from my pants. I looked into her eyes while she did so. She ran her nails gently down my back, shoulders to waist, then back up. When she made the return trip to my waist this time, she applied a bit of pressure. Shivers ran down my spine and my smirk turned into a grin. "You want to?" she asked with a raised brow.
"What about the kids? I mean, don't you think they'd hear you?" I asked and she pulled away from me.
"Hey, mister, you make some noises too. Don't be blamin' it all on me," she said with a smirk, and pointed at her bare chest. I licked my lips and walked to her, wrapping my arms around her once more. "Oh, now you're gonna try and suck up?"
"Pretty much," I growled and kissed her neck gently. She shivered excitedly, wrapped her arms around my neck and moaned in my ear. I chuckled at her pleasure and nibbled her earlobe playfully. Next thing I knew, she was fiddling with my belt.
"Take off your pants," she whispered seductively in my ear.
"Wait a minute," I grunted and grabbed her wrists. "Let's take it slow. I just got outta the hospital."
"Take it slow…" she repeated.
"Yeah."
"You wanna take it slow." She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms.
"That's what I said." I nodded. She furrowed her eyebrows. "What are you doin'?"
"I'm being a doer. Getting while the getting's good. Now take off your pants."
"You realize when I said the apocalypse earlier in the truck; I meant it metaphorically, not literally."
"Logan, I haven't had sex with you in a month. I'm horny, I'm mostly naked, and I'm saying yes. Do you want to stand there and talk metaphors, or do you want to literally take off your pants?"
I chuckled at her words and held my hands up in defense. Samantha crossed her arms and threw her hip out to one side, and that usually meant I was in either: deep shit or I had better come up with a good excuse. "Baby, calm down," I said calmly and walked to her, gently resting my hands on her bare arms. "We can have sex. We just, y'know…gotta take things slow. We can't be all rough and shit."
She raised an eyebrow and leaned to her other side. "And why not?" she asked and raised the other brow. I raised my brows at her kinkiness. "You didn't complain before."
I blushed. My eyes widened and I was completely speechless. "I—Wel—You—See, what had happened was---" I stammered. I had nothing to say. And even if I did have something---I sucked at the attempt of trying to say it. "That was…you know…before." I closed my eyes and blushed redder.
"Then what's your problem?" Samantha asked and rested her hands on my chest. I smiled and grabbed her wrists but before I could do anything further, she walked towards me, causing me to walk backwards—and when I felt something hard against the backs of my knees, I knew I was at the bed. I faced the bed for a moment and then turned back to her. She smiled and pushed me onto the bed, causing me to grunt the moment I landed. I furrowed my eyebrows and watched as she smiled and fiddled with my belt. I watched in full pleasure as she ran her fingertips up my sides and down to the pants and pulled at them. After they were off, she stood to her full height and smiled as she slowly took off her shirt.
I raised an eyebrow at the sight of Sammy standing half naked before me. A small smirk spread slowly across my lips as I leaned back on the bed—my elbows and forearms holding me up while Samantha climbed onto the bed and over me before straddling me. She leaned down slowly, running her fingertips across my stomach and chest before kissing my neck tenderly, causing me to moan slightly. I caressed her back, unsnapping her bra with a simple snap of my fingers. Sam pulled away from me and slowly pulled her bra off, revealing her astounding breasts. As I licked my lips in thought and pleasure, I carefully took her breasts in hand and caressed them gently. I sat up slowly and pulled her closer to me and kissed her neck, giving it a small nibble here and there. Samantha, in return, pulled my hair slightly with every moan escaping.
I placed my hand gently on the small of her back and laid her on her back. She chuckled as I kissed her neck, chest and stomach playfully. I caressed her pant covered legs and gently slid off her flats. When her shoes here completely off, I went straight for her belt. As I fiddled with the belt, rather teasingly I might add, I kissed her breasts mischievously, grabbing her nipples with my lips and gently with my teeth. Every so often, my eyes met hers and smirked seductively. Samantha gasped for air, whispering my name. Once the belt was undone, I climbed off the bed and tugged at her jeans. After a few seconds, I threw the jeans to the other side of the bed and stood to my full height. I grabbed one of Sam's legs and kissed it from ankle to thigh---of each leg. Once I reached her thigh from her second leg, I playfully grabbed her under garments and tugged at them every so often. "Logan…" Samantha moaned in a whisper. Slowly, I pulled them off and climbed on top of her and she wrapped her legs around my waist.
Samantha smiled as I kissed her neck, tugged on her hair, and caressed her body tenderly. She, in return, gave my arms; back and neck a small firm rub or scratch to show her appreciation. I pulled away after a few moments and stood on my knees, pulling my shirt off. Samantha smirked and bit her bottom lip as she reached for my boxered legs and gave my outer thighs a scratch, urging more for. I smiled and slowly pulled my boxers down. Samantha's eyes wandered slowly—taking a gander at my entire muscular body and when her eyes met my manhood---an eyebrow raised and a smile spread across her face.
I smiled and climbed back over Samantha and grabbed her hip firmly with my free hand as I slowly entered her body. Unhurriedly, I made love to her, kissing her neck and lips tenderly and lovingly in the process. "Logan…" Samantha moaned a little louder as my tempo increased---the pleasure building inside her. "Oh…" Samantha moaned. "Don't stop." And I wasn't planning to.
And the fun is just beginning…
Or…it was about to.
The door opened, revealing Scott. "Oh!" he called out and covered his eyes. "Uh….yeah," he muttered before quickly leaving the room. I sighed heavily and looked down at Samantha.
"C'mon…" she whispered and caressed my back. I sighed slightly in return. "Logan…" she called out firmly. I rolled off of her and shook my head in annoyance. "Don't tell me you can't get it up," she muttered and sat up. I looked over at her and scoffed.
"Well if that asshole didn't barge in, I'd have it up for as long as you want!" I yelled out at her. I sighed heavily and looked away. "Baby, I'm sorry." She raised an eyebrow and climbed off the bed, wrapping her silk robe around her. "Oh, c'mon Sam. You can't be mad," I grunted firmly.
"What do you think?" she asked and walked to the bathroom. I followed her quickly but before I could stop her, she slammed the door in my face. "I'm taking a shower."
"What?" I called out and scrunched up my face in frustration. "No, baby…c'mon." I asked sweetly and put my hand on the door. "Sammy? Baby, c'mon don't be like this." When I heard nothing but the shower starting up, I growled loudly and punched the bathroom door, pulled my pants back on and left the hotel room in a hurry. "Scott!" I yelled out, quickly walking to his room.
Ororo walked out of her room and furrowed her brows. "Whoa…Logan," Ororo called out to me. I turned to her and raised an eyebrow. "What's the matter with you?" she asked.
"Scott's my problem," I told her firmly and pounded on the door.
"Why is he your problem, now?" She asked and crossed her arms.
"Me and Sammy were…making love…and that dickwad just walks right on in!" I yelled out.
"Oh!" Ororo said with shock and bit her lip in thought. "Well, I'm sure he didn't know."
I looked at her firmly and narrowed my eyes. "Well if that stupid sonuvabitch opened up his eye and read the Do Not Disturb sign hanging from the knob, he would'a known!"
"Okay, okay, okay," she told me and held her hands up defensively. "What happened?"
"Samantha's pissed at me," I began and sighed heavily, shaking my head.
"Why?" she asked and raised an eyebrow. "What, you couldn't get it up or something?" she asked and laughed at her own 'joke'. I looked at her. Her eyes widened. "You of all people couldn't---"
"I don't really need you repeatin' it, 'Ro. Once was enough," I told her. She nodded and I grunted in reply. "Scott! Get your puny ass out here, now!" I yelled, pounding on the door.
"Logan, stop it!" Ororo called out to me, placed her hand on my forearm and gave it a slight squeeze. "There're other people trying to sleep. This is a hotel, you know," she said and I turned to her. "C'mon don't look at me like that. I'm sure Samantha isn't that mad."
"I don't wanna shock you or anything Darlin' but…it's been five months." Slowly the door opened, revealing Scott. I turned to him and pushed the door open. "Gimme one reason why I shouldn't kill you right now."
"Logan, I had no idea!" he yelled at me and pressed his back against the wall, holding his hands up defensively. "I knocked and everything. I didn't hear a response, so I walked in."
"Logan, stop," Jean called out and walked to me with her arms crossed. I turned to her and sighed heavily. "C'mon, just calm down. He really didn't know."
"Logan said there was a Do Not Disturb sign hanging from the doorknob," Ororo put in her moment. I turned to Scott.
"No there wasn't," Scott told me and shook his head. "That was the first thing I looked for. That's why I knocked."
"Samantha was the one who put the sign on the doorknob," I told them all and crossed my arms. "Because she was taking it out of the little wrapping it was in before doin' so." After a few moments of silence, my eyes widened. "Oh shit…"
"Logan?" I hear from behind me. Jean, Scott, Ororo and I all turned around to face Samantha. "Why was this in the bedroom? I thought I hung it on the doorknob?" she asked me firmly.
"I don't know," I lied and shrugged. "I watched you hang it up."
"Then why was it lyin' on the floor?" she asked in aggravation.
I shrugged my shoulders once more and shook my head. "Baby I don't know! I didn't pull it off or nothin'! I could'a flew off when I came out here."
"Scott, did you see the sign?" Samantha asked. He shook his head. "It's bright blue against a white door. How did you not see it?"
"I don't know," he grunted and furrowed his brows. "Guess I wasn't payin' attention."
"Did you think about knockin'?"
"I did knock."
"Well knock a little louder and wait for someone to answer," she requested. "Please." Samantha glanced at me before heading back to the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. I grunted.
"I hate gettin' yelled at by her," I grunted and sighed.
"Why?" Ororo asked.
"Because you wind up feelin' like a little kid bein' scolded," Scott explained. I nodded in agreement. Scott turned to me and sighed slightly before crossing his arms. "You want me to talk to 'er?" he asked. But sooner or later, you're gonna haf'ta face your fears…even if it is your own pregnant fiancé. I scrunched up my face and rubbed it with both hands for a few seconds before turning my gaze at the bedroom I knew my pissed off, yet extremely horny, pregnant fiancé stayed in. "C'mon Log…let me talk to---"
"No, I got it," I told him firmly and turned to him. I sighed and slowly made my way to the bedroom. I rested my hand on the doorknob and before I walked in, I turned back to Scott. "Hey…" I called out.
Scott stopped in his tracks and turned to me. "Yeah?"
"Wish me luck?"
"Good luck."
"Thanks…" I grunted and turned back to the door and opened it slowly. When I entered the room, I found it completely dark and silent. I looked around and waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness surrounding me, and once they were…I made my way to the bed, took off my pants, and sat down on my side. I listened to Samantha's soft breathing beside me and smiled to myself. It was a few moments later when I felt Samantha's hand across my back as she sat up in bed.
"Hey…" she whispered to me. I raised an eyebrow and turned my head to the side to acknowledge her.
"Hey."
"I'm sorry I overreacted…"
I fully turned to her and caressed my fingertips across her neck before resting my hand on the back of her neck. "You're fine. Don't worry about it." I pulled her to me and kissed her lovingly. She moaned slightly and I laid her down, lying on top of her. She caressed my bare sides and arms with her fingertips as I pulled the covers over us. I pulled away and looked down at her. "You still mad at me?"
"What do you think?" she asked with a small smirk and I smiled back at her. I kissed her neck and tugged at her hair gently before slowly entering her body once more. She moaned louder, but it was muffled due to our kissing. Our breathing became heavy, the room became hot, and my tempo got faster as time went by. "Oh…Logan…"
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"Logan!"
I opened my eyes to the sound of Samantha calling out to me, and sat up quickly, but soon learned it had only been a dream. Her breathing was heavily, and she was drenched in sweat. "Hey…" I called out tiredly and reached for her. She pulled away and turned quickly towards me, but stopped after realizing it was just me. "Hey…it's okay. It's just me."
"Oh…" she whispered out and pulled me into a tight hug and rocked back and forth. She buried her face into my neck and ran her fingers through my hair. "Oh, baby…" she cried out.
"Hey…hey…" I called out softly and tried to pull her away but the attempt failed when she held on tighter. "Baby…what's wrong?" I asked her and rocked with her, trying to console the best I could. It wasn't a few moments later when she pulled away---her face drenched in tears. "Baby…"
"It was just a nightmare," she whispered softly before wiping her tears away and cleared her throat. I narrowed my eyes and turned the lamp on from my nightstand. She had her head hung low and she fiddled with the comforter. "Logan, what if those guys…." She started sadly. I reached out and touched her cheek gently and furrowed my eyebrows tightly.
"Sweetheart," I whispered and caressed her face gently. "Those guys are long gone. You don't have to worry about them, okay?" She nodded but I knew she was still worried. I hadn't wanted her to be worried; due to the fact I was now here to protect her. Think about it…I survived the cure which almost killed me. Her breath was ragged and I knew she trusted me with everything she had.
"I just don't want to lose you," she whispered and pressed her forehead against mine and closed her eyes. Her skin was warm from the sweat, yet she was shaking as if she were freezing. I caressed her arms and pulled her into a hug.
"You can't lose me, baby," I told her reassuringly. "I'm too stubborn t'die," I told her and she only smiled in response. She pulled away and looked into my eyes—her smile spread across her lips. She kissed me passionately and rubbed the tip of her nose against mine.
"I love you."
"I love you."
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"Rise and shine!" I heard and jumped up. The brightness of the room caught me suddenly, causing me to groan and close my eyes. I lay back down and rubbed my eyes and yawned tiredly. After I was able to open my eyes comfortably, I looked to my left for Samantha, but noticed her side of the bed had already been made. I narrowed my eyes and sat up in bed, raising my trademark eyebrow in return. I yawned again. I looked around the room and found it completely desolate.
Slowly, I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom so I could clean up. I yawned the entire way there—due to the fact I stayed up all night consoling and chatting with my fiancé. I opened the bathroom door and found Samantha sitting at the toilet, her back against the wall. "Baby?" I grunted. She held her head up and smiled---that smile that kinda smile that makes you melt inside? Yeah, that one. "What're you doin'?"
"Mornin' sickness," she mumbled. "I told Jean about it, she said it's normal around this time of first stage of pregnancy."
"Ah." I nodded my head and gently rubbed her back. "You feelin' okay?"
"Well, I haven't thrown up yet," she told me and chuckled. "And I really don't want to."
"C'mon," I called out to her and held my hands out for her to take a hold of. She grabbed my hands and I pulled her up and hugged her tightly…well, as tightly as I could without makin' her…y'know. "We'll get you some crackers."
"Crackers?"
"Yeah," I said with a small nod. "They say if you're pregnant and have morning sickness, you can eat crackers so you don't get it as bad, or as often."
"Hmm," Samantha muttered and nodded. "That's interesting. Where did you get this information from?"
"I don't remember," I told her with a shrug. "I'm gonna take a shower, okay?"
"Okay," she said and kissed my forehead while I yawned for the umpteenth time. She walked away from me and just before she got to the doorway, I lay back on the bed. She turned to me and smirked. "Don't fall back asleep, silly. We're gonna leave soon."
I turned to her and smiled slightly. "I'm not." I yawned and stretched out on the bed and when I was finished I looked back at her. "I swear."
"Uh huh," she called out as she raised an eyebrow and looked at me firmly. I chuckled and watched as she left the room. I yawned the entire way to the bathroom—taking my clothes off while I walked. Do you know how difficult it is to take off your pants when you're trying to walk? Think about it—you're bouncin' all over the place, and you keep runnin' into shit. 'Least I didn't fall over.
When my clothes were finally off, I turned the hot and cold water on and felt the temperature turn to the perfect degree. When it hit it, I plugged up the tub and sat in. After a few minutes, I turned the water off, laid back and slowly closed my eyes.